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Chaos chuckled awkwardly after these words and then replied, "That is one of the things I will not do, my dear daughter."

Chaos\'s words seemed to surprise the duo.

"Why exactly? If you tell me where the piece is, no one will have to die," Nyx added, and with that, Chaos opened his arms wide, looking intently into his daughter\'s eyes:

"Where is the fun in that?"

With those words, Nyx and Chronos seemed to remember who the creator of the murderous tower was, and of course, the creator of the tower would have an even stranger personality than the tower itself.

At Chaos\' words, a portal opened into the hall of Olympus and Nyx and Chronos returned.

As they stepped into the hall, all eyes turned to the duo. Looking at Chronos\' face, the Titans saw the expression on the time titan\'s face and instantly realised that Nyx had done something wrong.

As each of them turned to Nyx, Nyx realised that she could no longer escape without being scolded, and with that, she said, "Alright, my father has shown us what the problem is. Cough...it could have been me, there\'s a small chance."

Chronos shook his head when he heard these words and then said, "The blame lies entirely with Nyx. In short, a piece of an item found in one of the destroyed temples that contained both Desmond\'s aura and Nyx\'s dark but pure magic was left, or rather forgotten, and guess what?"

As the titans around them heard these words, they each looked at each other for a few seconds, and a shout came out of each of their mouths at the same time:

"NYX!"

After this shout, Nyx sat back down in one of the seats around the table and then said with a sweet expression, "I hope you can help me."

At these words, the Titans looked at each other again, and then old Hyperion\'s voice was heard:

"Of course, we will, but you have to be careful, there are hundreds of churches in ruins and who knows what treasures are in them, the priests have to step in, and you have to tidy everything up before the same thing happens again."

Hyperion\'s words seemed to have everyone in agreement, and with that, there was no more to talk about.

After Chronos\' brief explanation, the idea that these events had nothing to do with the exterior of the tower was burned into everyone\'s minds, which meant that somewhere inside the tower, things were moving further and further every second.

Still, the fact that James was being targeted did indeed demand greater vigilance. Also, the fact that the Fallen Gods could remember Desmond and that the people who brought the Fallen Gods back could use his aura posed a great danger.

Each and every one of the titans, each and every power point in the vast hall, was certain that if this danger did not end soon, James would not be the only one in danger, precautions had to be taken, and they had to be taken quickly.

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It had been almost thirty days, James was constantly purifying the poisons he had put into his body and with each passing day his hair and eye colour began to glow a brighter green, a strange sight indeed, but it was far too cool for the poison to have such an effect.

Still, James could clearly recognise that the poison in his body had become much purer, even if only slightly.

The blood of the Black bloodline in his veins was officially accepting the poison directly, however, it was time for real action, James knew there was something else he had to do before he could climb above the 20th floor.

He had Desmond Black, the most powerful man who had ever existed, who wanted to teach him the art of the sword directly, and James had to learn that art.

If he didn\'t want to see Ariel cry again, and even worse, if he didn\'t want Nemesis to go through the same thing, it had to happen.

It was because of this desire that James had wished that Desmond would stop anyone who didn\'t know about it from watching him, he just thought it had to happen so that no one could see his strange behaviour.

With that, James waited in the huge throne room, the Sword Scabbard of the Unknown in front of him, and after a short time, the person he was waiting for, Vlad Black, appeared in front of him.

The old man had a large figure, one could say that he was twice the size of James in terms of figure. He looked like an old but strong man with broad shoulders and a determined figure.

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Vlad stood solemnly and sternly in front of James and looked at the young man in front of him.

"My dear ancestor, please tell me what I must do, I swear I will do my best," James suddenly said. Vlad shook his head proudly and said, "Take out your sword," as if these were the words they wanted to hear.

James stood up after these words and took Clarent out of his inventory. As Vlad examined the sword in the young man\'s hand more carefully, he shook his head and then said, \'Weak.\'

James seemed surprised at what he was hearing, the sword in his hand was one of a kind in every sense of the word, a holy sword.

"I don\'t understand, it\'s a special sword, how can it be weak? Seriously though, it does not make sense." James suddenly asked. His curiosity was piqued.